An old man walks by
in pants too short over
socks yellow with age
and –
it is too late.
 
The thick, sickly sweet
feeling spreads from my chest
through my limbs
into my delicate lids.
 
A bony little girl
sick with first love
stumbles after a boy
who does not see her.
 
A middle-aged woman
wears blankets
of make-up
to feel
beautiful.
 
Another woman
needs nothing
and for her
I feel
the most.